Sold To Him Novels & Stories

"I don't, but I will pay you as soon I get the money," "Don't worry about it when I sell you I am going to recover whatever your father is owning me," He said with distaste. "Please, don't sell me off," I cried out. "Can you pay me $1000," he tells me. I was stunned."What type of work will give me $1000 in three weeks?"

In the end, i ended up mentioning the day he visited me and the fact that I punched him. April listened to me attentively and sighed when I finished. "Wow, he's really coming for us, huu? What I don't get is why people are selling their shares to him. How much could he be offering them?" "He sold the cotton far for a lot of money. He can afford it." April shook her head before she stood up while opening her purple back pack. She took out some papers and put them in front of me, on top of the papers I'd already laid out.

He asked cockily. Alex frowned in disgust. "What?" The guy shook his head and walked past causing Sanchez to sigh in relief. "That was close. Like I was about to say, it's already shipped to the country, the next thing is to sell or trade it to big bosses around the country." "So when?"

His words leave me feeling winded, like someone has punched me in the gut. "I offered him £50,000 to leave your life and never come back...he said to make it £100,000 and we'd have a deal" He says guiltily, unable to even look at me. "I transferred him the money, and that was that" He finishes with a sigh. I brace myself up against the fridge door. My dad sold me out for £100,000, and Rhode brokered the deal.

He tore it out and handed it over to Ivy. Ivy squealed happily as she slightly go through the cheque. "Sold!" She said, chuckling. Tears rolled down my eyes. They both got on their feet. Carlos is looking at me amusedly, not minding the tears on my face. Ivy extended her hand to him for an hand shake. They shook hands on it. That was my life they just sealed a deal on. I can't believe this is happening to me. She actually sold me. She sold me to this scary looking man.

He was only waiting for the clock to tick at 12 noon and then, he would leave with his well trained soldiers to recover what he had lost. His mind was restless as he thought of the various strategies which he was going to use on them and capture them successfully, without them slipping off his palms. "Something has to be done immediately before I finally lose them on both ends!" He yelled and shattered the wine glass to the marble floor. His breathing took on a different pattern and he could feel his heart literally falling off. This was enough trouble on him already, all thanks to Elena who outsmarted him and took off with the pregnancy.

I don't know how to tell him about my need, "I-I just need to buy something at the convenience store." "Let me buy it for you," he walked towards me, "I will also be buying some drinks for us, so let me just buy you what you need." "N-no! I will buy it myself," I refused. "Patricia," he insisted with authority. "No, honestly. Let me buy it," I tried to convince him, but he persisted. "One," he warned me, so I sighed and said, "okay." "So what do you want me to buy for you?" he asked.

she asked again, but he still wasn't giving her a response. "Now you take your filthy fat self and walk out of here, and never come anywhere near her again. I just transferred three hundred thousand to you. From now on, she no longer belongs to you." He states, the warning and danger was clear in his voice. "Because you just sold her to me."

I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and moved against him a little bit more, as my body continued to buck with the intensity of my orgasm “Yes ahhh ..”I moaned “Yes baby moan for me as I own ur body ,just how I fucking bought you with my money..” I frozed ,the moan stopped in my throat What the fuck I was sold to a billionaire

I close my eyes, bracing for what comes next. “Sold!” The gavel hits wood. The word echoes like a death sentence. “You can collect her in the back.” Hands grab my arms again, leading me offstage like I’m a prize and not a person. The curtain swallows me whole. I don’t know who bought me. I don’t know where I’m going.